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Been drawing these over the last few days for my bf, based on stuff we’ve been talking about throughout the day (I draw one cheeb a day~), be it headcanons, shenanigans or simply fluffy shipping stuff <33

Figured I could share the first bunch, seeing how there will be more~ uvu
Don’t take these too serious, though dfjöasdf There are some crack ships that we enjoy regardless of them making sense or not, we just wanna have fun :’3

My fave has to be “Bling Bling” cuz we love gold and pretty much turned everything in our games gold XD

Deep heat melts Greenland’s icy base

We have heard stories in recent years of the retreat of Arctic ice and the increasing amounts of summer melt, seemingly linked to global climate change. The idea that ice will melt as the atmosphere or oceans warm is rather intuitive. But news is reported today highlighting the influence of Earth’s interior heat flow on the glacial melt.

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Možda

Možda živiš s druge strane okeana

U nekoj od zemalja gdje je zakonom zabranjeno biti čudan.

Jutrom ideš u prodavnicu na kraju ulice

Radnik na kasi ti odabere najzrelije jabuke i ne skida pogled

Sa tvojih usana.

Ti naivno trpaš stvari u vrećicu i nasmiješ se

Pa se vraćaš kući nesvjesna svoje ljepote i osjećaja

Koje budiš u ljudima.


Ili si pak negdje sasvim blizu meni

Toliko blizu da te svakog dana mogu sresti

A samo da te sretnem, znao bih…

Možda si tu u ulici do moje, u onoj zgradi u kojoj živi deda Omer

Koji i zimi-ljeti nosi dugi mantil i šešir od dabrove dlake

I uvijek čita neke autore za koje ne znam.

Možda ga pozdraviš dok ulaziš u haustor

Kažeš da tog jutra baš dobro izgleda

I pomogneš mu da se popne do drugog sprata jer lift ne radi.

On ti zahvali dižući šešir sa glave

A ti požuriš uz stepenice lepršajući rubom haljine.


Šta ako već voliš nekog običnog

Jednog od onih muškaraca kojima je život sređen.

Uvijek je dobro obučen, čist.

Vozi dobar auto, radi od 9 do 5 i svaki put kada se vraća kući

U prodavnici kupi neku sitnicu za tebe.

Šta ako te čini dovoljno sretnom

Tek dovoljno da nisi svjesna da postojim

Tamo negdje?


Dovoljno nije dovoljno, dovraga s njim.


Možda si i sama

Čekaš da neko novi napravi propuh u tvom životu

Rastjera sve te teške mirise i useli sa novim namještajem.

Možda su te potrošili muškarci za jednu noć

Možda su te pokvarili varalice i lažovi

Možda iskrena ljubav

Možda ljubomora.

Možda si čak prestala vjerovati da ćeš me ikada sresti.


A hoćeš, jednog jutra ili večeri

U sred autobusa, dok se voziš na posljednje predavanje te sedmice

Krajem oka ćeš vidjeti da neki čudak na zadnjem sjedištu

Oborenog pogleda i razbacanih pramenova kose

Čita Kafku i smije se samom sebi.

Neće biti mnogo ali neće ti mnogo ni trebati

Upalit će se svi alarmi u tvom tijelu kada se sretnu pogledi

Pa ćeš preskočiti posljednje predavanje te sedmice.


Možda ćemo se mimoići dok prelazimo na crveno

A ti se budeš vraćala kući pokisla i bez šminke

Možda u kafani kiteći svirce na “Pukni zoro“

Možda u čekaonici hitne dok čekaš da pogledaju ogrebotinu na tvom koljenu.

Možda na samom kraju svijeta dok se planete sudaraju

U posljednjem času na Zemlji.

Bilo gdje, bilo kad.

Prepoznat ćeš me.


Reći ćeš mi svoje ime i ja ću tebi moje

Pokušat ćeš prekinuti niti što ti osmijeh drže razapetim

I ugasiti rumenilo na obrazima

A ja ću se praviti da ne primjećujem koliko si smotana

Lažirati samopouzdanje kao profesionalac

Pa te uzeti za ruku

I bit će normalno i poznato

Kao da se cijeli život vodimo za ruke

Vezani.


Pričat ćemo taj prvi dan jednako strasno kao i posljednji

Ja ću gutati tvoje riječi kao putnik u pustinji

Uvijek tražeći još.

Tebi će moja poezija biti nenadjebiva

Bolja od Bukowskog i Antića i svih tih gubitnika

Samo zato što je moja.

I umjet ćemo ono što drugi nisu umjeli

I bit ćemo ono što drugi nisu bili

Vidjet ćeš

Postoji jedan običan čovjek kojeg je Bog izlio tvojim kalupom.



Zajedno ćemo slaviti treći januar jer nam se može

Lutat ćemo parkovima tražeći klupu na kojoj se nismo ljubili

Ušunjat ćemo se u kino na obali u sred crno bijelog filma

I viknuti ko jebe Hičkoka

Pa prosuti kokice u zrak kao vatromet.

Učit ćemo salsu zajedno

Namjerno igrati pogrešno i nervirati instruktore

Poslat ćemo dovraga svakog ko kaže da Magi nije mis svijeta

Imat ćemo loše fore i glasno se smijati u tramvaju

Nećemo ustajati babama i nećemo imati karte.

Bježat ćemo od revizora i svega što je obično i ljudsko

Krit ćemo se od svitanja

Napraviti pećinu od jastuka i pokrivača i kačiti šarena svjetla

Cijepat ćemo stranice iz zbirki poezije

I lijepiti ih na stubove po Sarajevu

Postat ćemo slavni jer smo jedini par u gradu

Koji se vjenčao u trenerkama i medeni mjesec proveo

Lutajući svijetom birajući gradove gađanjem globusa pikadom

Oblijepit ćemo zidove spaveće sobe razglednicama

I mojim pjesmama i tvojim crtežima

Reći ćemo jebi se skupim namještajima i ukrasima

Koji su bijeli i avangarda

Jebo avangardu

Budit ćemo se pjevajući Štulića ili neku glupost

Komšija će nam psovati mater u ritmu udarca metle o plafon

I nas neće biti briga.



Živjet ćemo, kunem ti se, bolje nego iko ikada.

Čekaj me.

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for the prmpt thing: tododeku + "I love you so much" Give me the soul-metling fluff!!!

He’s probably still high on painkillers by the time he manages to stumble through the door, Todoroki’s arm around his waist to keep him from falling over his own feet. Izuku giggles when his forehead nearly bonks the doorframe.

“In you go,” Todoroki says, voice as deadpan as ever, and Izuku giggles harder. Todoroki sighs.

“This is our apartment,” Izuku says seriously. He stares at the tiny eating table and the tidy kitchen and the number of plants lining the window sill as they make their way to the secondhand but comfortable couch in the living area. 

“Yes, it is.”

“You live here. I live here.”

“We do, yes.” Todoroki drops him onto the couch gently, making sure not to jostle his leg too much. “Are you hungry? I can microwave some leftovers probably, and then we can figure out how to get you into the shower.”

Izuku nods, and nods, and nods until he realizes it kind of makes him dizzy. He blinks up at the boy in front of him. “Where’s my phone?”

“You’re not supposed to use any electronics yet,” Todoroki reminds him. “I called your mother already. She might swing by tomorrow.”

“Oh. Okay.” Izuku grins at Todoroki. “Thank you.”

“It’s fine.”

“No, no, no no no no,” Izuku says, reaching out with both hands. He grasps Todoroki’s hands, and tugs. Todoroki follows, sitting down on the couch next to him and allowing him to pet his hair. “You’re always taking care of me.”

Todoroki looks at him from under his bangs. “You do the same, Izuku.”

For some reason, hearing his first name fall from Todoroki’s lips so easily makes him want to giggle again. He’ll never really get used to it. “I love you so much,” he blurts.

Todoroki blinks. Izuku is already babbling again, hands drawing away from the other boy, but then Todoroki takes hold of his hand again. He squeezes slightly, and Izuku meets his steady gaze again. “I love you, too, Izuku.”

Something warm, familiar, fills his chest, and he feels the restlessness and lingering adrenaline from the fight with the villain finally dissipate. Izuku squeezes back, and doesn’t try to stop the silly smile spreading across his face.


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wOWWW 100 (and six) FOLLOWERZZZZ????

oh YEAH for some aBSURD REASON i actually have 100+ folloWERS NOW so like,,,,AM I SUPPOSED 2 DO SOMETHING FOR THIS….?????????????? like wut,,,frEE FANFic giveaway or whAT does anyone even WANT THAT

if u do then idk REBLOG this so i can dump ur name in the unholy rngesus pile and throw shitty group of words on a google docs at the winner

if no then dAS OK TOO

either way thanK U ALL 4 da 100 (and six) followerz it feels like ITS CHRISTMAS 4 me

tl;dr

reblog 4 chANCE at frEEE FANFIC about idea of uR OWN CHOICE
LIKE 4 a chanCE AT FREE MS PAINT SHIT POST (like the ONE ABOVE) of UR CHOICE
(u can do both)
ignore if it dont matter 2 u
i made a gigantic christmas ain postcard in the middle of summer
u r all good people thank u for following me ily aLL
giveaway thinGY ends on like,,,,,, IDK JUNE….8!!!!

Words of Nahuatl origin have entered many European languages. Mainly they have done so via Spanish. Most words of Nahuatl origin end in a form of the Nahuatl “absolutive suffix” (-tl, -tli, or -li, or the Spanish adaptation -te), which marked unpossessed nouns.

Achiote

from āchiotl [aːˈt͡ʃiot͡ɬ]

Atlatl

from ahtlatl [ˈaʔt͡ɬat͡ɬ]

Avocado

from āhuacatl, “avocado” or “testicle” [aːˈwakat͡ɬ]

Axolotl

āxōlōtl, from ā-, “water” + xōlōtl, “male servant” [aːˈʃoːloːt͡ɬ]

Cacao and cocoa

from cacahuatl [kaˈkawat͡ɬ]

Chayote

from chayohtli [t͡ʃaˈjoʔt͡ɬi]

Chia

from chian

Chicle

from tzictli [ˈt͡sikt͡ɬi]

Chili

from chīlli [ˈt͡ʃiːlːi]

Chocolate

Often said to be from Nahuatl xocolātl or chocolātl, which would be derived from xococ “bitter” and ātl “water” (with an irregular change of x to ch). However, the form xocolātl is not directly attested, and chocolatl does not appear in Nahuatl until the mid-18th century. Some researchers have recently proposed that the chocol- element was originally chicol-, and referred to a special wooden stick used to prepare chocolate.

Copal

from copalli

Coyote

from coyōtl

Epazote

from epazōtl

Guacamole

from āhuacamōlli, from āhuaca-, “avocado”, and mōlli, “sauce”

Hoatzin

from huāctzin

Jicama

from xicamatl

Mesquite

from mizquitl [ˈmiskit͡ɬ]

Mezcal

from mexcalli [meʃˈkalːi] metl [met͡ɬ] and ixcalli [iʃˈkalːi] which mean ‘oven cooked agave.’

Mole

from mōlli [ˈmoːlːi], “sauce”

Nopal

from nohpalli [noʔˈpalːi], “prickly pear cactus”

Ocelot

from ocēlōtl [oːˈseːloːt͡ɬ]

Peyote

from peyōtl [ˈpejoːt͡ɬ]. Nahuatl probably borrowed the root peyō- from another language, but the source is not known.

Pinole

from Nahuatl pinolli, via Spanish

Quetzal

from quetzalli [keˈt͡salːi], “quetzal feather”.

Sapodilla

from tzapocuahuitl

Sapota

from tzapotl [ˈt͡sapot͡ɬ]

Shack

possibly from xahcalli, “grass hut”, by way of Mexican Spanish. [ʃaʔˈkalːi]

Sotol

from tzotolli

Tamale

from tamalli [taˈmalːi]

Tule

from tōllin [ˈtoːlːin], “reed, bulrush”

Tomato

from tomatl [ˈtomat͡ɬ]

Words from Nahuatl, Wikipedia

Cryptid Talk: Tikbalang

I try to go and avoid the realm of heavily mythological tied cryptids. This is due to the fact that, with myths and the like, it becomes hard to discern what is real, and what is completely made up. Never more is this true in the case of the Philippines. But, brought to my attention, there is one species that I feel could use addressing: The Tikbalang.

The Tikbalang is a fusion between horse and man, with disproportionately long limbs and a horse like head. They inhabit thick forests and mountains, and are rarely seen by the sounds of it, preffered dwellings being under bushes, in bannana groces, bamboo thicets, by large trees, and on top of them . However, they are blamed for a lot of evil doings, and are considered wicked creatures that should be avoided at all costs. Now, along with the bad juju and avoidance materials, I would consider this to be just another monster made up. But, the limb proportion caught my eye, along with the feet. Perhaps, the Tikbalang is something a little more real, and a little more ancient.

This animal here is a Chalicothere, a prehistoric odd toed herbivore from teh same family as horses and rhinos. While most of them died off in the Pliocene, a single last surviving genus was found not too far away in Myanmar and China, Nestoritherium. Now, the range between the two is a long distance. So It wouldn’t be too surprising to say that there was a possible population in Thailand, Malaysia, and Vietnam back in the Early Pleistocene. During this time, water was being frozen back and forth by glaciers, and lots of the islands around there were connected with each other, with a land bridge almost stretching from Asia to Australia. Now, it wouldn’t be surprising if, during this time, that a small group made it onto the island chains, and migrated north towards the Philippines for better environmental situations, and became trapped there when the glaciers metled and isolated the island chain. In short, I wouldn’t be surprised to say if the Tikbalang is a real animal, that it is a relict surviving Chalicothere that had made it’s way via land bridge to the islands back during the early Pleistocene glacial periods. It would be something new, but an ancient family still living on.

Calming admission- Isaac Lahey

Request: ‘Can I have an imagine/one-shot where the reader is a banshee, but she only found out now and does not know how to deal with strange things that only she hears, voices in her head an screams. Isaac, her best friend and her big crush, shows up and tries to help her, saying beautiful things and feelings that she didn’t know existed for her. But it does not work, as it continues on the ground, the reader is crying and trying not to scream, he kissed her. Thank you so much! XO’

prompt: Isaac, you best friend/crush admits his feelings for you while he tries to help you calm down as you’re sitting on the floor, crying because of the voices in your head.

pairing: isaac x reader

A/N: finally finished that one!     ///requests are open

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You flinched as someone shut their locker, the noise definately being too loud. Tensed and eyes closed, you leaned against your own. Today, you heard everything twice as lous as it actually was.

But that wasn’t it. Voices whispered to you, telling you things you didn’t want to hear. Hallucinations, you kept telling yourself. All of this is just a Hallucination, there’s no one talking to you, you told yourself. But since you were not only in Scott’s pack, but also a close friend of Lydia’s, you knew the voices in your head could be real.

A few weeks ago, when you were on your way to your best friend’s house, you were bitten by something. You had been so frightened and trrified that you weren’t alone in the darkness that you had run to Isaac’s house. 

By the time you arrived there and told him what happened, he knew you were bitten by an alpha. But, to everyone’s very surprise, you didn’t turn into a werewolf and you didn’t die, either. 

It was strange and nobody really talked about it, but they knew they had only been two people they knew so far that had survived a bite and didn’t turn: Lydia and Jackson. And since everyone hoped you weren’t a kanima, they all thought you might be a banshee.

To be honest, you didn’t want to be. You would have rather been a werwolf. Lydia had told you what it was like, to hear voices, to hear screams, to feel when someone was dying. You didn’t want that. But just like Lydia, you didn’t have a choice.

“Y/N, are you alright?”, someone asked, touching your arm. Your eyes opened quickly, revealing Lydia and her concerned gaze. “No.”, you whispered. “You hear it too, right?”, she asked and you knew she was talking about the screams and voices in her head. You nodded silently, looking down on the ground. 

“You’ll be alright, we’ll get through this.”, she assured you, taking you into her arms. You tried so hard not to cry. In contrast to Lydia, you were new to this and you weren’t so sure whether you would get through the day.


The day went on so slowly, it was almost like someone was torturing you. You just wanted to get home. You wanted to listen to loud music so you wouldn’t har the voices anymore, but since even the voice of your teacher was too loud, you thought that might not be a good idea.

At the end of your fourth period, everything got worse all at once. The noises got even louder, just like the screams in your head. You closed your eyes as you leaned against a wall. You needed to get away from there.

Without really knowing what to do, you got into an empty classroom. You needed silence, you just wanted silence in your head as well. You sat down on the ground, closing your eyes, trying everything to shut the voices up, but nothing would help.

Isaac saw you going into that classroom and even if he didn’t, he would have still soon noticed. He loved to listen to your heartbeat once in a while and right now it beat quite quickly. 

He slowly approched the room you went in only seconds ago and pushed the door open. His eyes searched for you and they quickly snapped in your direction when you let out a loud sob.

You looked up from staring continously on the ground as Isaac knelt down in front of you, a concerned look was placed on his face. “Y/N?Are you okay? What’s wrong?”, he asked as you looked away from him again.

You weren’t quite sure if it was good when your best friend, or crush, was with you right then. All you needed was silence, nothing else. Yes, you fulfilled the cliche of being in love with your best friend and being too scared to tell him, and you hated yourself for it.

You had never undertood the girls in all the movies when they said they were “afraid of ruining the friendship” until you were in the very same situation.

You shook your head in reply to his unneeded question; he knew pretty well that you were not okay. “Y/N, tell me what’s wrong.”, he begged. You squuezed your eyes shut, the voices got louder by the second. “The voices in my head, they’re so loud.”, you whined as you shed a few tears, still facing the ground in front of you.

Isaac didn’t know how to help you, he never felt helpless. But right then, when he couldn’t do anything for the only girl he ever liked, he got angry that he couldn’t helo you.

“Y/N, sshh. Hey, look at me.”, he said calmly, making you look up to him as he softly raised your chin with his hands. You slowly opened your eyes as he did so, looking into the bright blue eyes you had fallen in love with. 

“Think about something else, try to blend them out.”, he tried, but you shook your head. You had tried it, nothing worked. “Y/N, try.”, he demanded.

“Tell me about something.”, you brought out quietly, your jaw clenched, as well as your fists. Isaac searched for something in his mind, but it was absoloutely empty at the moment.

“Eh…”, he said, looking around, trying to find something that would make you calm down. And then he found something.

“Y/N, look at me.”, he said, softly cupping your face with his hands. “I really like you, Y/N. And not just as best friends. And it’s okay if you don’t feel that way, but everytime you look at me, I get those stupid feelings, oh god, they’re killing me. And when we’re together, I feel nothing but joy, you always get to lift my mood up. And- and sometimes, when we’re lying in your bed, cuddling and watching the tv, I’m watching you, because, to be honest? I’ve never seen someone so beautiful.”, he said, exhaling slowly.

You were speechless. All of those feelings you have had for him the whole time, he felt them too. He felt the same for you.

But although his words were the most beautiful words anyone had ever said to you, the voices got louder again. In fact, you really felt like screaming because you couldn’t bear how loud they were anymore.

“Isaac, I can’t hold it anymore.”, you admitted, cupping your ears with your hands as silent tears rolled down your cheeks.

Isaac didn’t know what to do. But he needed to do something. So when he looked at you and how his hands still cupped your cheeks, he felt like it was the most natural thing to do to lean down and place his lips on top of yours.

And so he did. He slowly leaned in, your breath hitched. As his lips met yours and they immediately started metling into each other, you knew that it was exactly this kiss that you had been so long waiting for.

At first, your eyes widened, but you quickly closed them. You placed your hands around his neck and pulled him into you to deepen the kiss. You didn’t notice at first, but everything went quiet. You didn’t hear anything but the ound of your heavy breathing while you always smashed your lips together once more. 

After a few minutes and enough kisses, you eventually broke apart. You slowly opened your eyes, a huge smile was plastered on both of your faces while you were staring at each other.

“Thank you.”, you whispered and he nodded adoringly as if he was saying ‘anything for you’. You leaned back against the wall, trying to catch your breath again. You looked at him and slowly reached for his hand. As Isaac noticed, he quickly took his hand in yours. 

“I love you.”, you dropped out of nowhere, feeling like he should know your feelings were mutual. His head shot up, looking rather shocked and happy at the same time. “What?”, he said, eyes wide.

“I love you.”, you repeated as you leaned to him again. Isaac looked so happy with that grin on his face and the sparkle in his eyes while he was looking at you.

“I love you too.”, he whispered back and slowly, way slower and more passionate than a few minutes ago, he pressed his lips on yours.

I’m already a demon.

Brain: **DON’T TALK ABOUT METAL GEAR**

Bae: “Hey you’re late?”

Brain: **DN TAK BUTT METL GRRRRR**

Me: “Kept you waiting huhh…”

Bae: “ ? ? ? ”

Brain: **Boss, the targets upset. Hurry! Do something!**

Me: “You’re pretty good…”

Bae: “? ? ?”

Brain: **Boss hurry! You’re losing the target.**

Me: “Sorry, stressed from NO! SHE’S WITH CIPHER!!! work. Dinner and dessert is on me.”

Bae: :)

Brain: **Amazing!!! This is why you’re the best boss!**